Chapter 15 Second Feast

They reached the table, and true to his word, Fennigan didn't hesitate. Before he even sat down, he snagged two frosting-drenched cinnamon rolls from the center platter--one for him and one for her--narrowly beating Jax's fork by a millisecond.

"Point, Fennigan," Jax grumbled, retreating to the bac...

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